I Like Thinking. I Think.

 

 

Last night, while thinking, I had a thought. (I hate it when this happens.) Here’s my thought (within a thought inside of a thought)  Humans are horribly troubled by pointlessness… it drives  us nuts.  We really need to believe that there is a point, a reason, a purpose, a meaning to life. The idea of some sort of afterlife fate that is shaped by what we do and how we do it and with whom we do it to/with inside this life is not only a crowd control mechanism used by the powerful, it’s also a common comfort for the ongoing, never ending, wake you up from a dead sleep pangs of pointlessness. But what if you don't take to any of those notions? From exactly where then, is your point?

Most animals seem to find the mechanics of life, the activity of staying alive.. just purpose enough. Kill or be killed kind of thing.  Human animals…well see, that’s a whole other beast.  In every damn sense of that word.  Staying alive is too easy for us to be a purpose, a point. We've been there. We've done that. If we've already mastered the meaning of life, what's left? Are we ever in the state of contentment or are we just always looking for the next point?  Even when we think we’re content? Hmph.

Now don’t get all up in a twist about the religion, the being, the politics of this post/rant…cause there ain’t  one.   Like I said earlier..I was thinking. Get it? THINKING.

Use your imagination. Dream your own purpose. Make up your own point. Just, you know, don't poke me with it. I'm just trying to survive over here and um…I’m trying to poke you.

TCB.

Later. Love.T.

Sometimes I go far away. 'Scuse meh.

I keep a part of myself far away. 

  A feisty gal  like me can only allow a fleeting exposure 'less I forget how to move around comfortably in my own life. I have to remember to come back, you know.. to tend to all these moving parts so to speak. Still, you might catch me from time to time looking as though I’m not listening.

          I might seem to be far away.

That’s because I am. I’m farther away than you can imagine.  I sometimes get all wrapped up in the motion of being in motion that I forget to take care of ME.  The brains of this operation.  So many times so many of us get to forgetting about the "me" in all of us. We're Moms and Dads and coworkers and coaches and friends and blah blah blah ( don't get your britches in bunch, I'm not saying those people are blah, it's just a figure of speech, yeesh)  We need to take the drivers seat, or backseat, however you chose to see the sights and just BE.

        Gawd, I sound like a hippie. Eh, so be it.

So, I've been here and there. I've not been a good blogger. I've been a damn fine note taker though.  (Maybe I'll blog about them later, maybe not)

I apologize that I cannot bring you with me, wait..am I really?  Not too terribly much 'cause really, you might mess with my flow, my train of thought, my confusion/brilliance.  But don’t worry. I won’t be gone long.

Friends, I hope you 're well.
Loves